I am those feather fronds
Standing up on the back of your neck
I am that shiver of fear
That erupts from the dark corner
I am the sudden startling awakening
From a fitful sleep
I am the gut that knew
That felt it on the first encounter
I am the blind eyes that turned
I am the lonely shadows
And the constricted chest
I am the ignored
And the unbelieved
I am the buried
And the gone
I am the mother
And daughter
The once loved
And the disappeared